A few hours later it was two-thirty in the afternoon. “We really should be going,” said Bill.
“Yes. We are so sorry, ‘Arry, Ginny, but we must veezit my family,” said Fleur.
“No problem,” said Harry.
“Oh, ‘Arry, Ginny, you ‘ave been such wonderful ‘osts!” Fleur and Bill collected Dominique and Louis.
“Mum! Why does Victoire get to stay?” whined Dominique.
“Because, your seester eez much older than you, Dominique.”
“Yeah, Dominique,” taunted Victoire in her French/English accent.
“Bye, everyone,” said Bill’s family. They walked out the door.
“We really must be going as well,” said Percy.
“Wait,” said Ginny, “don’t say it- Audrey’s family, no?”
Audrey laughed. “Call us later.”
Percy and his family Flooed out.
“Well, looks like this party’s over,” said George.
“Mum and Dad want us over for dinner, too,” said Angelina.
“And I promised Lee I would visit him!” said George.
“Oh!” said Lily running upstairs to her room, retrieving something. It was a slim long box wrapped in red and gold wrapping paper.
“It’s a special quill so Uncle Lee can write to us!”
“I’ll be sure to give it to him, little Potter,” said George.
“Wait, Uncle George!” said Albus frantically. He motioned for George to lower himself to his height. He whispered something into his right ear. George looked at Albus and nodded. Albus whispered something else into George’s ear. “Of course, Albus, if you want to.”
Albus walked into the hall and went into his bedroom. Albus spotted Dumbledore’s portrait. “Happy Christmas, Professor Dumbledore.”
“Albus! Happy Christmas! I just came home from visiting my portrait in Hogwarts.”
Albus sank to his stomach on his bedroom floor and felt under his bed. He found what he was looking for. He picked up a delicately wrapped present. He walked back into the living room.
“Albus, where are you going?”asked Ginny worriedly.
“Mum, I’m fine, I’m just going with Uncle George and- where’s Uncle George?”
“He said he would Floo back here. Why?” asked Ginny.
“Mum, it’s fine, I just have to go do something with Uncle George,” said Albus.
“Harry- get him- Albus Severus Potter, you are not going anywhere unless you tell me where you-”
“Ginny, I think we should let him go with George,” said Harry. He whispered something into Ginny’s ear and a look of understanding crossed her face. Just then, the flames in the Potters’ fireplace turned green and George stepped out. “Are you ready, Albus?”
Albus glanced at his mum. She nodded.
“I’ve got an idea,” said George, “why don’t we all go?”
“Go where?” asked James, who was watching the television.
“To the cemetery.”
“That’s a great idea,” said Harry.
“I’ll get Mum and Dad,” said Ginny, walking upstairs to go to the guest bedroom.
“I’ll get Iris and Seamus,” said James, following suit.
“Will it be scary?” asked Lily.
George picked Lily up. “No, little Potter. We are just going to talk to your Uncle Fred. Do you want to come along?”
Ginny came back downstairs with Albus’ Grandma Molly and his Grandpa Arthur. James bounded down the stairs with Iris and Seamus on his tail.
“Grab your coats, everyone,” instructed Harry, handing Lily her scarf. Just then, Teddy and Victoire stood from the couch. “What iz going on?”
“We’re going to visit our Uncle Fred, Victoire,” said Albus.
“We should drive there!” declared James smiling broadly checking Iris’ reaction.
“Wh-what? Drive? Isn’t that dangerous? Only Muggles attempt to do such drastic things. Oh, please, can we not walk?”
“Dad drove me around in a car once. Mum refused to come, though. She got the hives just being within 5 feet of the car,” said Seamus.
“You,” hissed Albus, “aren’t helping.”
“Oh, come now, Iris. An automobile is a very safe way of transportation. Sure, Muggles drive and ride in cars, but they’re still alive, right? The kids’ Uncle Ron drove a flying car when he was just 12 years old!” said Ginny. Harry chuckled.
“Oh… I suppose…”
“Great,” said Harry. “I’ll put the heat on in the car. James, Albus, go sweep the snow.”
The two boys went outside, mumbling.
Ten minutes later, the snow was swept out of the driveway, and the Potters’ and co were gone.
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Thelma’s Cemetery. Lily stayed close to Ginny.
Harry, George, and Arthur looked for Fred in the graveyard in which every victim from the Second Wizarding War laid at rest.
Teddy and Victoire looked for his parents, Remus and Tonks Lupin.
“I found Fred,” said Harry.
Everyone surrounded Fred’s headstone.
1 APRIL 1978
2 MAY 1998
BROTHER, SON, AND TWIN
THE JOKE IS ALWAYS ON YOU
“Why… Why don’t you speak first, George,” prompted Molly.
George knelt down and subconsciously stroked the headstone. “Oh, Fred… Happy Christmas.” George laid a flower on the ground near the headstone and stood near his mum.
“Hello, Uncle Fred,” said Lily stepping up, swaying a bit. James put his hands on her shoulders to steady her. “Today’s Christmas, so I hope you have a happy one. Daddy- he’s Harry Potter, you know, he’s teaching me to fly. Maybe when I go to Hogwarts, I’ll be a Beater, just like you.” She resumed her position near Ginny.
“I hope you have a Happy Christmas, Uncle Fred,” said James putting his own flower near the headstone, “I got four detentions this year. You’re probably proud of me, but Mum and Dad weren’t.”
“Albus?” said Harry. “Do you want to go now?”
“Uh… no. No, I’ll wait.”
“Freddie!” wailed Molly. Arthur took her back to the car.
Ginny put a flower on the headstone. “Merlin, we miss you, Fred.”
“I am very sad I did not get to meet you, Uncle Fred. I was born on the anniversary of that day…” said Victoire shaking her head. She put her flower on the headstone.
“Fred, you were not my uncle, but I wish I could have met you. I was born just days before the battle,” said Teddy. “Happy Christmas.”
Harry and Albus shared a look. “Why don’t you all go wait in the car?”
When everyone left, there were only three people remaining in the graveyard- George, Harry, and Albus.
“Wow, Fred. Nineteen years. I still can’t believe it,” said Harry.
“Hello, Uncle Fred. How are you? School was good… I’ve got something for you. It isn’t much, but I think you’d like it. It’s my first joke product. I think I might get a part-time job at the Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes,” said Albus, side-glancing Harry, “that is, if Mum and Dad let me.”
“Christmas was good, too. I got a lot of presents, I have a big family, you know?” said Albus half-joking.
“So, I hope you had a good Christmas too. Say ‘hello’ to everyone for all of us. We’ll be back soon.”